Ard Adz, Milly95 - 1 Life (Part 2) lyrics
Ard Adz
[Ard Adz, Milly95 - 1 Life Part 2 lyrics]
One live, live it well
Does that ring a bell?
38 in my Nike pouch, let it ring a bell
Flipping hell
Remember a couple nights I was living Hell
I know this life can be a bitch
But I don't kiss and tell
See my brudda's kid, that's my kid as well
Flipping hell man
I'm sick of cells like sickle cell
When you're bagging up
Put the coke on a different scale
That corn won't fit in the twelve
You need a bigger shell
My brudda's cooking beef then I take part
Opps came
Caught a brudda slipping but he ain't ours
Home of the brave hearts
Bro got down a pagan
Came back to the ends
Was still jugging from the same car
I don't take chance
Cutting from the jakes fast
I caught an opp in Ramadan
I had to break fast
We've got something for emergencies
And trust me brudda we
Ain't gotta break glass
You've gotta ask if you aren't sure
Blessed with a son from Allah
Can't ask more
I ain't perfect but my heart's pure
Told my brudda "Shoot for the moon
You'll hit the stars if you can't score"
Mind what you wish cah you
Get what you ask for
And I ain't got a wish
Just a pain that you can't cure
Heart broke as a younger
That's why my heart's sore
Drink till I can't see you
Straight and I can't pour
I guess it's too bad when you're too bad
I went to war, two fours, me and two man
Didn't have a four door
Squashed up in the coupe cramped
Hit a lick off ends
Didn't know the route back
We was too gassed, we was too gang
On the same day
Me and Heat licking two banks
We was too gang, we was too gassed
Hus came to school with the
Burner in his school bag
So what's life without a bit of a pain?
Feds come, lick the door down
Not this shit again
Same shit different day
Same book different page
One life live it well
Brudda we don't live again
So be picky when you pick a wife
If my bruddas beef I won't pick a side
Gunshots in the air
You hear that ring go by?
This is what it sounds like when sinners cry
Listen I know how this song goes
Heard it a million times
One slip one slide, one lives one dies
But two mums cry
You see the pain in the mum's eyes
Both of them the same
They just wanted to see their son shine
Life in the fast lane
Ran it with every breath
Right your wrongs or own them, got it tatted
It's in my flesh
Been in situations
If I panicked I would be dead
That's why I've gotta check that I
Have it before I step
Does that ring a bell?
38 in my Nike pouch, let it ring a bell
Flipping hell
Remember a couple nights I was living Hell
I know this life can be a bitch
But I don't kiss and tell
See my brudda's kid, that's my kid as well
Flipping hell man
I'm sick of cells like sickle cell
When you're bagging up
Put the coke on a different scale
That corn won't fit in the twelve
You need a bigger shell
My brudda's cooking beef then I take part
Opps came
Caught a brudda slipping but he ain't ours
Home of the brave hearts
Bro got down a pagan
Came back to the ends
Was still jugging from the same car
I don't take chance
Cutting from the jakes fast
I caught an opp in Ramadan
I had to break fast
We've got something for emergencies
And trust me brudda we
Ain't gotta break glass
You've gotta ask if you aren't sure
Blessed with a son from Allah
Can't ask more
I ain't perfect but my heart's pure
Told my brudda "Shoot for the moon
You'll hit the stars if you can't score"
Mind what you wish cah you
Get what you ask for
And I ain't got a wish
Just a pain that you can't cure
Heart broke as a younger
That's why my heart's sore
Drink till I can't see you
Straight and I can't pour
I guess it's too bad when you're too bad
I went to war, two fours, me and two man
Didn't have a four door
Squashed up in the coupe cramped
Hit a lick off ends
Didn't know the route back
We was too gassed, we was too gang
On the same day
Me and Heat licking two banks
We was too gang, we was too gassed
Hus came to school with the
Burner in his school bag
So what's life without a bit of a pain?
Feds come, lick the door down
Not this shit again
Same shit different day
Same book different page
One life live it well
Brudda we don't live again
So be picky when you pick a wife
If my bruddas beef I won't pick a side
Gunshots in the air
You hear that ring go by?
This is what it sounds like when sinners cry
Listen I know how this song goes
Heard it a million times
One slip one slide, one lives one dies
But two mums cry
You see the pain in the mum's eyes
Both of them the same
They just wanted to see their son shine
Life in the fast lane
Ran it with every breath
Right your wrongs or own them, got it tatted
It's in my flesh
Been in situations
If I panicked I would be dead
That's why I've gotta check that I
Have it before I step